I just had a flashback of booking a trade show last minute. Giving almost no thought to it

I get out of a meeting and I have half an hour to make the flight. I’m prolly driving 80 mph on the Mass Pike.

I park in Logan central parking with 15 minutes to departure and sprint full speed from my car to the gate. I make it. I’m OJ Simpson. Real life inspired that iconic commercial.

No self check in. No TSA. No bullshit about bags.

Stewardess likely gave me a free scotch and a hot towel. Clean ashtray between me and my fellow passenger. Sitting & wondering if I remembered my gun in the overhead.

Flying is the nut low now.